Taming the Beast (III)

III. The snake is free, yet the beast is still confined. He's struggling to grab me now, his hands in a bind. Ever slowly, I lick the tip of his snake, Savouring the taste as I pump its base. The beast groaned, "Uncuff me now." I looked at him through my lashes, and said, "Tonight, you're at my mercy." As I took him all inside my mouth and bobbed my head in rapid bouts. When he reached the peak, he wildly bucked. His vision swirled as he filled my mouth. With heightened ecstasy written in his perfect face, I swallowed his loads and licked every drop.